The following entries were passages recovered by German historian, Franz Holztein. The following passages where the only surviving copies which were transcribed from its original source. All the following bold text from here on out were annotations from Holztein himself in attempts to clarify all that had happened during the duration of Elsa's recorded Dairy.

Elsa's Dairy

Day 1:

The following took place the night of the Queen's coronation.

I don't write much, but I figure I may need to. I just have so much in me to let out, and I need to save my sanity, so managed to craft an ice booklet and pen. I couldn't find anything else.

Oh, how to start?

Dear, whoever?

Diary?

Sorry, it's my first time I've ever tried to uphold a diary, which Is rather surprising on hindsight. Whatever.

Elsa is the name behind this pen, the "queen" of Arendelle. The "queen" of a kingdom that I ran away from just hours ago, and just hours after being coronated.

At the cost of all I've done, my mind burns, while my heart trembles. And now, my legs have given out from running away and I don't have it in me to drag them through the cold white molasses. The woods in which I occupy is pitch black. The wind is strong and loud. The air is currently piercing in my nose as I make the effort to save my throat from being dry and raspy. It's getting colder and colder, but I get used to it pretty quick. I just heard wolves howling as I write, and they don't sound too far from where I am now. I pray they find me not. All is desolate and dead in energy and feeling.

Admittedly, I don't think what I've done was a great idea, but I didn't know what else I could've done. If I had stayed, I would best imagine the kings and queens of other kingdoms, along with our friends and trade partners chasing me down and do who knows what with those razor-sharp swords of theirs to me. To see the look on their faces after what I've done in my vary coronation stiffened me, frozen like a doe. I should've thought all this would ever happen, but for what? I could never have prevented it if I've suspected.

I was cursed, no way anyone would gift me with whatever I had to deal with. Born, but it had to be a curse. No way I would be here because of it.

Ever since my youth, mama and papa would make their ways to assure me.

"Everything is going to be ok Elsa."

"Conceal, don't feel."

"You can control it."

But with caring words, I don't know if it helped. They had so much compassion for me, but how could the possession of this sorcery, as what someone called it, even merit being "ok." To shoot ice and snow out my hands without knowing how you're doing it, nor how to stop it, truly an utter nightmare. I nearly killed my sister one time, and I wasn't even 10 years old.

I am the older sister, so of course everything had to be ok. I should suck it up and have my inner demons under control. I mean how should I not. I was next in line for queen-hood. All would have the perception of colorful roses and happy dandelions. I had more than a decade to suck it up. I should've concealed it all by then.

It wasn't like I had private tutors. Who could even do such thing? No one could do magic. Or to be fair, no person. Even if one did, who would show themselves like a loud jester without expecting any sort of shunning? I was lost. I knew not what to do, but time, as cruel and cold he could be, never bothered to wait for me.

It was coronation day and it was time to face the real world. It would be a blatant lie if I'd said I was fine; Ok with all of It, the opened gates, the pre-ceremony, and the coronation most especially. Never in my life I would ever be so filled with burning nerves. I remember that I would practice so much for all these events and yet, it was too much for me. The gloves that covered my hands, which had always done me great wonders in concealing my curse had to be taken off. If the coroner had spoken one syllable more, everyone would've noticed the ice creeping upon the relics I held. I would never forget the sensation of my heart exploding while my mind shouted. My body was very stiff, and my face was noticeably tense, I assure. I still couldn't believe no one noticed, but my luck only stopped there.

The ball dance was where I had my hopes up. I thought I could just barely make it without any more interruptions. But no, I could never be more wrong. It was my sister, Anna. I could never be any less cross with her, nor love her more, but when she brought some man she just met, how could I not be annoyed. It wasn't him, he seemed fine by the looks of It, but they wanted my permission to marry them. They would obsess over how Hans could live in the castle, and with his brothers not to mention. 12 of them. I couldn't live with that. I couldn't make it through a day with just Anna without making her think I'd shut her out without reason. But I was about to be queen, a figure who needs to be in personal contact with others, and just having an extra 13 strangers just makes things more impossible than it already was.

I didn't want to admit it, but I had a fight with my dear sister. She took my glove, and that spelled the end of everything. It was only about time till I accidently slipped, but I never thought It would've been to such a great extent, nor so soon. I would describe everything that happened, but I don't think I want to remind myself how I became an utter demon for that moment. Just remembering the faces of petrified, scared, and heartless people could set me out of spiral. I felt like a wild animal being hunted, while also being outcasted. Neglected. Misunderstood.

As I thought about it a bit more, being queen would have been a whole other challenging nightmare of its own. How could I rule when cooped up in my room? It wouldn't have been queenly of me. To be surrounded by castle servants and courtiers giving advice for every policy throughout the day would've probably led me to the same inevitable fate as I stand now. In one way, I lost everything. My parents; My room; My castle; My people. My sister…

…But, maybe in other ways, I was exiled to a place of freedom; no worries; no need of being afraid. Just me. The biggest debate that now plagues me is whether my trade was truly something I ever yearned for or not.